"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger" -- How tired am I of this sentiment! Stupid little Nietzsche.
I'd say:
"What doesn't kill you now, kills you later."
As, by every lost illusion, by every lost little hope, we die.
We Die, Mr. Nietzsche!
Perhaps this was your wry little point.
Here it is, anyway.
And yes, this week we're green. You might recognize some patterns from the weary eye as you saw (or didn't see) last week.
This is an eye, a weary eye. For the artist is weary. He is, in fact, so weary that he even can't come across telling us why. So we let it be.
We're having a go at the old and well tried Dalinian trick of letting something turn into something else, textures and shapes come and go as they please. If they were sounds, they might go Schlurp, Schlop or even Meeeoww! -- You never know with the subconscious. The party is going on there in the cellar, and poor Forehead never was invited, R.S.V.P. (Moreover, you probably know that it is during these wild parties that our actual decisions are made. How much for rationality.) I also re-use my pattern from the work you haven't seen finished yet -- coming up next week, with all sound and fury! -- now you see it as the red, somewhere-between-circuits-and-veins below the sadly miscoloured whites of the eyes.
Last but not least -- guess for yourselves. Closing office soon, to join said party downstairs. Nighty-night!
Once in a while you get to meet people who have put so much soul into their Internet Persona -- see; we're beautiful, we're smart, we're dashing! -- that there is almost nothing left to be interesting about them if you would meet them in real life. Which I recently did. I'm afraid that my merciless eyes were quite quick at spotting some rather poor acting, or, at least, a stinging cognitive dissonance between whom Her Majesty were and what fraudulent pixels and words told one. As we're likely not to trouble each other again, here's a little memento. I'm down with a cold.* So this'll have to do to entertain you...
As for me, I'm not that interesting as a person. Well, I might create and say interesting things, but is that me?
-- Wouldn't think so. And next time I'd like to meet some who is smashingly boring on the web but exciting in real life.
*Sorry for the delay, Tuesday already! I aim for Sundays. Perhaps I have to put that practice down. We'll see.
